Wen Xiang mocked Xue Tian shamelessly in his heart, but he had to admit that he was no different from the pink-haired man. Maybe it was something like influence, and that kind of effect should be called bad.
Of course, it would be called a bad influence because Wen Xiang could even kiss Xue Tian right on the lips when they weren't the only ones in the kitchen. He did cover the girl's innocent eyes, but that didn't make his previous actions less shameless.
Maybe it was the hormones. He had lived twenty-six years in this world without experiencing any intimate touch during those years, so perhaps it was his starvation that forced him to the edge of ignorance.
After all, he was still a healthy man with desire in his heart, and it seemed he was finally able to find relief for his desires after meeting the pink-haired man.
